74 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

**Reborn as the Vicious Senior Sister GL - Chapter 74** It was clear to everyone that He Yu Han had been injured by Jiu Ying. However, no one stepped forward to speak on his behalf. The strike just now had been so forceful that it shattered all the protective spiritual energy within him. Although he managed to stand, his legs were trembling subtly. As for the Qing Xuan Sword, he lacked the strength to pick it up. The gathered crowd watched silently. Even those who considered helping were deterred by the cold aura surrounding Jiu Ying and chose to ignore He in the end. Moreover, Lin Yu Miao, the senior disciple of the Ling Jian Sect, had yet to express his stance. He Yu Han's chest throbbed with pain, as though his ribs had been shattered, and even his breath was tinged with the metallic scent of blood. He took a deep gasp and staggered back a step. Blood surged from his mouth, and his legs gave out, causing him to collapse at the foot of his longsword. His condition was undeniably wretched. The crowd was aghast, never expecting Jiu Ying to incapacitate He Yu Han with just a gentle palm strike. Lin Yu Miao stood by silently, harboring a slight reluctance in his heart but refraining from any action. During the earlier duel, He Yu Han truly went too far; if he were Fu Ling's senior sister, he would not have let He leave easily either. The atmosphere was utterly silent. He Yu Han propped himself up with his arms, attempting to rise once more but found that his limbs were numb, completely beyond his control. Panic surged within him, and before he could react, Jiu Ying had already appeared before him. "Today's events were provoked entirely by your own doing. Fu Ling bore you no enmity, yet you treated her as an adversary, scheming against her at every turn. She could endure it, but I cannot." "Were it not for the fact that my regard for your senior brother Lin Yu Miao, I would not have let you leave alive. Your limbs and meridians have been sealed and will unseal in three months. If you dare to show disrespect to Fu Ling in the future, I will ensure your fate mirrors that of this sword's—a complete and utter ruin." Her voice pierced like the coldest ice, with traces of an indomitable coolness hidden in every word, filled with unbounded anger and murderous intent. He Yu Han's heart seized, accompanied by another wave of pain. Before he could respond, Jiu Ying took a step forward, crushing the Qing Xuan Sword beneath her foot. In the next instant, the sword, with its silver sheen, was crisscrossed with cracks and crumbled into nothing more than broken scrap. This level of strength was at least at the consummate state. Everyone witnessed this, and no one dared to speak. He Yu Han lay half-folded on the ground, his chest seething with turbulent blood, with his locked meridians and his destroyed Qing Xuan Sword both mercilessly trampling on his dignity. Setting aside everything else, Jiu Ying's current prowess seemed to be a level that he might never attain in his lifetime. Though he was unwilling to admit it, the truth remained. The woman who stood before him, cold and imposing, was far more formidable than Lin Yu Miao, the most talented disciple of their Ling Jian Sect. Even Gao Tian Lian, who regretted not having the chance to spar with Jiu Ying earlier, was stunned silent with wide-eyed disbelief. Outside the Four Sects, many experts still existed. Had Jiu Ying been so inclined, how could the top position of the sect contest have slipped from her grasp? It was simply that she lacked the desire to compete. The courtyard was engulfed in silence, with only the faint rustle of leaves stirred by the wind breaking it. Fu Ling stood amidst the crowd, seeing Jiu Ying crush the Qing Xuan Sword with a single step and the surrounding people cowering in fear, she immediately grasped the gravity of the situation. Recalling the elders' warnings before they arrived, she couldn't help but feel worried, her hands hanging powerlessly by her side as the pain in her wrist grew increasingly evident. "Senior Sister~" She didn't want her Senior Sister to offend members of great sects on her account and couldn't help but call out softly. Everyone present knew that if anyone could dissuade Jiu Ying at this moment, it would be her. The cold continued to permeate the air; although it was early winter, the temperature had dropped abnormally low. Watching as He Yu Han continued to cough up blood, unable to move, Lin Yu Miao finally stepped in to mediate. "Today, Yu Han was indeed in the wrong first. Since he's learned his lesson, why not let it end here?" Fang Qi Shan had already noticed how Fu Ling's wrist was injured, and seeing her wince in pain, she quickly chimed in as well. "Fu Ling's hand should be looked at by a doctor as soon as possible." Only when Fu Ling's name was mentioned did a slight change come over Jiu Ying's expression. Since Lin Yu Miao had spoken, she could hardly continue. Perhaps fearing He Yu Han might still bear a grudge and seek revenge later, she warned him once again in front of everyone as he was about to leave— "Though the Qingzhu Sect is small, they do not shy away from trouble. Fu Xi Sect sacrificed themselves to slay the demon dragon, offering themselves willingly into the Youhuo Divine Pool. How many can match such magnanimity? Fu Ling is his sole bloodline left in the world, whom our entire sect is devoted to protecting." "If you are unhappy, feel free to report this to Xun Fang Sect's elder and see if he takes your side." This remark was not only directed at He Yu Han but also at every person present. In the cultivation world, strength commands respect, and with Fu Ling's modest cultivation, she inevitably suffered derision from disciples of larger sects. People's memories are short, and Jiu Ying did not mind reminding them— Their current prestige of studying under great sects was entirely due to Fu Xi's sacrifice. This speech rang like thunder, akin to a wildfire erupting in He Yu Han’s heart, burning him with shame and humiliation. The younger generation of the Four Sects had never endured the calamitous destruction brought by the demon dragon but had heard of Fu Xi's deeds. Jiu Ying's mention of the past immediately brought He Yu Han to shame. In that moment, even he realized how foolish and narrow-minded it was to mock Fu Ling under the guise of a match. In others' eyes, he must have disgraced Ling Jian Sect. Dozens of eyes bored into him like sharp ice blades, leaving him no choice but to muster his last ounce of strength to retrieve his shattered sword and flee in disgrace. What began as a friendly match ended in this way. The crowd felt awkward but dared not express any dissatisfaction with Jiu Ying’s actions. A while later, most of the spectators had dispersed, leaving only Lin Yu Miao and three others. Fang Qi Shan, whose mother was a skilled healer, understood some medical techniques from a young age. Sensing the injury, she touched Fu Ling’s wrist bone and quickly confirmed the issue. "A fractured wrist bone. It needs to be set soon." Infrequently hurt, Fu Ling couldn’t help feeling afraid upon hearing this. She lifted her head to glance at Jiu Ying, but saw that her senior sister’s lips were tightly pressed together, face cold and solemn. That was enough to keep her silent. Within hardly any time her hand had swelled considerably, looking alarming and frightening. Fang Qi Shan frowned, choosing not to delay further, "The healer from the Yu Chun Hall is in the Northern Courtyard; let me take you over." Although she remained silent, Jiu Ying nodded, looking as stern as before. They hurried to the Northern Courtyard, just as disciples from Ling Jian Sect arrived searching for someone, likely sent for He Yu Han. Seeing Fu Ling's injured and swollen hand, Lin Yu Miao understood it required urgent care. He immediately decided to escort the disciple back, saying he would explain everything personally to their sect leader. For one of Ling Jian Sect, it was commendable for him to act to such extent. Jiang Bei Qing and Gao Tian Lian, in the end, were outsiders. After escorting Fu Ling to the Northern Courtyard, they too departed with Lin Yu Miao. Finally, only Jiu Ying, Fu Ling, and Fang Qi Shan remained. Fu Ling, afraid of pain since childhood, couldn’t hold back tears when her bone was being set. Alone, she bit her lip and shed a few tears silently. Yet, when the healer sister asked if it hurt, she shook her head with reddened eyes, insisting it didn’t. Indeed, she was a truly endearing young girl. Even Fang Qi Shan couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy. Suddenly she understood why Lin Yu Miao would treat Fu Ling so differently. "After the bone is set, the swelling on your wrist won't go down easily—it will take days of rest. Try not to strain this hand in the meantime." Her warm reminder was full of sincerity. Fu Ling blinked, momentarily surprised by the kindness directed towards her. "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for the reminder, I understand~" Still maintaining her polite demeanor. Only after the treatment ended did Jiu Ying's demeanor soften slightly. Fang Qi Shan accompanied the healer to fetch medicine, leaving just Jiu Ying and Fu Ling alone in the courtyard. Now devoid of outsiders, they finally had a chance to talk. Fu Ling knew Jiu Ying was in a bad mood, though uncertain of the exact reason, she dared not speculate. Perhaps she was displeased with Fu Ling's performance in the match, or frustrated by her low cultivation not bringing glory to Qingzhu Sect. In any case, it definitely involved her. Usually the one being comforted, today she wished to console Jiu Ying, to make her smile. After thinking for a moment, she smiled through her pain. "Senior Sister, please don't be upset anymore, okay? I will definitely work hard at my cultivation!" "During the match between Brother Lin and Mr. Gao today, I did learn something. I remember you telling me that most sect techniques were created by celestial cultivators and suited them best. Mr. Gao’s technique, I guessed, worked similarly. His five spears likely correspond to five elements, rather than one, which weakens them. Senior Sister, give me some time, and I'm sure I can be better than him." Her serious promise and not joking demeanor reflected her sincerity. To her, what her senior sister wished to see most was her dedication to training and effort in improving her skills. She spoke of this only to make her senior sister happy again. Her intention was good, yet she hadn't expected Jiu Ying's brows to knit even tighter. "Why mention these things suddenly?" Fu Ling paused at her words, looking a bit stunned. Her lips moved slightly, and after a moment, she spoke in a soft, hesitant voice. "I thought it might make Senior Sister happier—" Jiu Ying hadn't anticipated this; in Fu Ling's eyes, this was what she valued the most. Shaking her head with a sense of helplessness, Jiu Ying's emotions became even more complicated, making her harder to read. "What I care about is that you're hurt." "When He Yu Han was toying with you, I could have intervened to help, but I didn't. If I had stopped him then, you wouldn't be here now." It seemed she regretted it. When it came to Fu Ling, her heart always softened so easily. Whether it was the bond they shared across lifetimes or the sisterly camaraderie between disciples, she couldn't bear to see Fu Ling in pain. Even though she knew that sometimes Fu Ling didn't need her help. The remorse and guilt in her words were too evident. Beneath these emotions was a dense, continuous stream of concern and care. Fu Ling felt her heart stir, an inexplicable surge of warmth rising in her chest, with a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. How much affection would it take to feel such guilt? If she were in love with her senior sister, would she still worry about how to make her happy? She probably wouldn't. After all— A simple 'like' would speak louder than a thousand words. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Fu Ling's misunderstanding is deepening, and when she eventually realizes her senior sister harbors no romantic feelings, she's bound to feel heartbroken. Thank you to the lovely angels who voted or sent nutrient solutions from 2020-10-21 22:05:03 to 2020-10-23 12:19:18~ Thank you to the angel who threw the grenade: Passing by, 1; Thank you to the angel who provided nutrient solutions: Little Melon Seed, 32 bottles; Thank you all so much for your support! I'll keep working hard!